Hiob 3
1 Le esia megbe la, Hiob ke nu eye wòƒo fi de eƒe dzigbe.
Then, opening his mouth, and cursing the day of his birth,
2 Egblɔ be,
Job made answer and said,
3 “Ŋkeke si dzi wodzim la netsrɔ̃, nenema ke nye zã si me wogblɔ be, ‘Wodzi viŋutsu na mí!’
Let destruction take the day of my birth, and the night on which it was said, A man child has come into the world.
4 Ŋkeke ma nezu viviti, Mawu si le dziƒo la megatsɔ ɖeke le eme nɛ o, kekeli aɖeke megaklẽ ɖe edzi o.
That day — let it be dark; let not God take note of it from on high, and let not the light be shining on it;
5 Viviti kple blukɔ tsiɖitsiɖi negaxɔe, lilikpo netsyɔ edzi eye blukɔ nedo ɖe eƒe kekeli dzi.
Let the dark and the black night take it for themselves; let it be covered with a cloud; let the dark shades of day send fear on it.
6 Viviti tsiɖitsiɖi nexɔ zã ma eye womegaxlẽe ɖe ƒea ƒe ŋkekewo me alo woadee ɣleti aɖeke ƒe ŋkekewo me o.
That night — let the thick dark take it; let it not have joy among the days of the year; let it not come into the number of the months.
7 Zã ma netsi ko eye dzidzɔɣli aɖeke megaɖi le eme o.
As for that night, let it have no fruit; let no voice of joy be sounded in it;
8 Ame siwo ƒoa fi dea ŋkekewo la, neƒo fi de ŋkeke ma, ame siwo le klalo be woade adã ta me na ʋɔ driba la.
Let it be cursed by those who put a curse on the day; who are ready to make Leviathan awake.
9 Eƒe ŋukeɣletiviwo nedo viviti, kekeli si lalam wòle la megado nɛ o eye megakpɔ fɔŋli ƒe ɣetotoe gbãtɔwo o,
Let its morning stars be dark; let it be looking for light, but may it not have any; let it not see the eyes of the dawn.
10 elabena metu vidzidɔ ƒe ʋɔtruwo ɖe nunye, be nye ŋkuwo makpɔ dzɔgbevɔ̃e o.
Because it did not keep the doors of my mother's body shut, so that trouble might be veiled from my eyes.
11 “Nu ka ŋuti nyemeku le nye dzigbe eye maku hafi ado tso vidzidɔ me o?
Why did death not take me when I came out of my mother's body, why did I not, when I came out, give up my last breath?
12 Nu ka ta ata aɖewo le klalo be woakɔm ɖe akɔ eye no aɖewo li be mano?
Why did the knees take me, or why the breasts that they might give me milk?
13 Anye ne memlɔ anyi le ŋutifafa me, le alɔ̃ dɔm, le ɖiɖim ɖe eme.
For then I might have gone to my rest in quiet, and in sleep have been in peace,
14 Anye ne mele fiawo kple aɖaŋuɖola siwo le anyigba dzi la gbɔ, ame siwo tu xɔ gã siwo zu aƒedo azɔ la na wo ɖokuiwo.
With kings and the wise ones of the earth, who put up great houses for themselves;
15 Anye ne mele dziɖula siwo si sika le eye woƒe aƒewo me yɔ fũu kple klosalo la gbɔ.
Or with rulers who had gold, and whose houses were full of silver;
16 Alo nu ka ta womeɖim ɖe tome abe fu gege ene, abe vidzĩ si mekpɔ ɣe kpɔ o la ene o?
Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light.
17 Afi ma ame vɔ̃ɖiwo dzudzɔa nyanyra le eye afi ma ame siwo nu ti kɔ na la le gbɔgbɔm ɖe eme le.
There the passions of the evil are over, and those whose strength has come to an end have rest.
18 Aʋaléleawo hã nɔa ablɔɖe me eye womegasea dɔdzikpɔlawo ƒe ɣli o.
There the prisoners are at peace together; the voice of the overseer comes not again to their ears.
19 Ame gblɔewo kple amegãwo siaa le afi ma eye kluvi kpɔa ablɔɖe tso eƒe aƒetɔ ƒe asi me.
The small and the great are there, and the servant is free from his master.
20 “Nu ka tae kekeli klẽna na ayaɖulawo eye wònaa agbe luʋɔ si le nu xam?
Why does he give light to him who is in trouble, and life to the bitter in soul;
21 Nu ka ta wòna agbe ame siwo le ku dim, evɔ mevana na wo o kple ame siwo le edim vevie wu kesinɔnu si woɣla
To those whose desire is for death, but it comes not; who are searching for it more than for secret wealth;
22 kple ame siwo kpɔa dzidzɔ, tsoa aseye ne woɖo yɔdo me?
Who are glad with great joy, and full of delight when they come to their last resting-place;
23 Nu ka ŋutie wòna agbe ame si ƒe mɔwo le ɣaɣla kple ame si ŋuti Mawu tɔ kpɔ ɖo?
To a man whose way is veiled, and who is shut in by God?
24 Elabena hũɖeɖe xɔ ɖe nuɖuɖu teƒe eye nye ŋeŋe ƒona ɖi abe tsi ene.
In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.
25 Nu si mevɔ̃ na la va dzinye eye nu si dzi ŋɔ nam la dzɔ ɖe dzinye.
For I have a fear and it comes on me, and my heart is greatly troubled.
26 Nyemekpɔ ŋutifafa, tomefafa alo gbɔɖeme aɖeke o, negbe ʋunyaʋunya ko.”
I have no peace, no quiet, and no rest; nothing but pain comes on me.
